{"id":2997,"date":"2011-08-11T11:14:38","date_gmt":"2011-08-11T14:14:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nuestrotaller.com.ar\/?p=2997"},"modified":"2011-08-11T11:19:22","modified_gmt":"2011-08-11T14:19:22","slug":"katherine-mansfield","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/marceloscalona.com.ar\/?p=2997","title":{"rendered":"Katherine Mansfield"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\"\".<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n
EL ENCUENTRO<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

<\/strong>–<\/p>\n

Empezamos a habler<\/p>\n

nos miramos, dejamos de mirarnos<\/p>\n

las l\u00e1grimas sub\u00edan a mis ojos pero no podia llorar<\/p>\n

El mundo cambi\u00f3. El ruido del reloj se hizo m\u00e1s d\u00e9bil
\nnos miramos, dejamos de mirarnos<\/span><\/span>
\ndeseaba tomar tu mano <\/span><\/span>
\npero mi mano temblaba.<\/span><\/span>
\nNo dejabas de contar los d\u00edas que faltaban <\/span><\/span>
\npara nuestro pr\u00f3ximo encuentro <\/span><\/span>
\npero a las dos se nos romp\u00eda el coraz\u00f3n: <\/span><\/span>
\nnos separ\u00e1bamos para siempre.<\/span><\/span>
\nEl tictac del relojito llenaba la habitaci\u00f3n en calma<\/span><\/span>
\n-Escucha, dije, es tan fuerte <\/span><\/span>
\ncomo el galope de un caballo en un camino solitario. <\/span><\/span>
\nAs\u00ed de fuerte -un caballo galopando en la noche. <\/span><\/span>
\nMe hiciste callar en tus brazos<\/span><\/span>
\npero el sonido del reloj ahog\u00f3 el latido de nuestros corazones. <\/span><\/span>
\nDijiste `No puedo irme: Todo lo que vive de m\u00ed <\/span><\/span>
\nest\u00e1 aqu\u00ed para siempre \u00ab.<\/span><\/span>
\nDespu\u00e9s te fuiste.<\/span><\/span>
\nse fue perdiendo y yo<\/span><\/span>
\nsusurr\u00e9 en la oscuridad: \u00abMorir\u00e9 si se detiene\u00bb.<\/span><\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

\u3000<\/span><\/div>\n
Katherine Mansfield<\/span><\/div>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

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